"Alex, these are the divorce papers Sophia prepared. All you need to do is sign them," Lyra said, placing the documents on the café table."Where is Sophia?" Alex asked, his eyes fixed on Lyra.Despite her undeniable beauty, every word she spoke dripped with venom."She's busy transferring money. Listen, Alex," Lyra leaned in, her voice icy."While I'm still being civil, just sign the papers. End this. You can't keep scamming her. For God's sake, let her go!"Alex sighed. His only reason for marrying Sophia was to find clues about his mother and to honor his master's wish."If she wants a divorce, she should tell me herself," he replied calmly.Lyra shook her head. "I know you're not happy about this, but just accept it. You're not right for her. Don't make this harder—just sign the papers."He crossed his arms, sensing her disdain.Maybe she didn't just hate him; maybe she despised all men without wealth."Alex, stop dragging this out!""You can yell all you want, but I need to hear
Lyra's voice shook with anger as she said, "Yesterday, you claimed the invitation card and the jewelry were from you. And now you're saying that BioHealth Solutions—a company that's been profitable every day and has a long history as one of the best in Vancouver—is going bankrupt."She laughed bitterly."Really? You're going to such lengths to blame Chris! I have to admit, you're consistent."Alex's expression turned cold as he looked at them through the screen of his phone."Kingston will cut ties with BioHealth. It'll become a worthless company," he said flatly."Cut off by the Kingston family?""A useless company?"One by one, disbelief spread through the room."Nonsense, all of it is nonsense. How could Kingston cut a decade-long collaboration while my father is in Los Angeles opening a new Kingston branch?" Chris asked sharply."Alex," Jack called out, "everyone except you knows that BioHealth is doing well—even better than our Lancaster company. I suggest you keep quiet before C
Sophia felt a sinking sensation, as if she were being asked to betray her grandfather.Suddenly, Mrs. Lancaster interrupted sharply."Sophia, you need to ask that loser for the $100 million back. We need that money to secure Lancaster's future with Kingston.""$100 million?" Sophia's confusion deepened."Word is, you handed that nobody $100 million just for not sleeping with you!" Mrs. Lancaster sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.All eyes in the room snapped to Sophia.Lyra, her voice rising with fury, demanded, "You gave that loser $100 million?!""No!" Sophia quickly defended herself, knowing there had to be some mistake."He was just boasting again. I only gave him $100,000 for accommodation for not seeping here. Where would I even get $100 million?"But Lyra wasn't buying it.She snatched Sophia's phone aggressively. "Let's call him and demand the money back.""But..." Sophia stammered, her voice shaky."No buts. You're divorcing him tonight! Why leave any money with him n
Lady Lancaster shifted in her seat. "Let us think about it first.""Remember," Jerry pressed, "the banquet is tonight, so you’ll need to make a quick decision. And since you’ve already said Chris will marry Sophia, if you give me the money today, I’ll give tell Chris to give BioHealth Solutions to Sophia."The room fell into a stunned silence.The Lancasters were shocked—Chris’s company was significantly larger than their own business."Why?" Lady Lancaster asked, her voice shaking with both greed and disbelief."I’m in Los Angeles right now for the new Elegance & Co. branches," Jerry lied, "and I’ll need Chris’s help to build a new BioHealth company here.”“Since he’s my only son, who better to manage our company in Vancouver than his wife?"Sophia’s mother, Florence, leaned in eagerly. "Mother-in-law, this is a great opportunity for us."Meanwhile, Jerry was already calculating his next move, planning to take out every loan he could under BioHealth Solutions todays and dump the fina
Chris Roland was seated at the dining table with the entire Lancaster family when Amelia, Sophia's grandmother, walked into the dining room.Her eyes lit up as soon as she spotted him."Chris Roland, how is your father, Jerry, doing?" she asked warmly."He's doing great, thanks for asking," Chris replied with a smile."I heard your father not only helped us secure three invitations to the Kingston banquet but also sent a gift to Sophia. I haven't had the chance to thank him personally," Amelia said, somewhat coyly."It's all right," Chris responded. "He's been very busy.""No," Lady Lancaster interjected firmly."It's impolite not to thank him directly. We have our manners to uphold. Please video call your father. I want to thank him personally, and Sophia should as well.""All right," Chris agreed, pulling out his phone and connecting the call to the large screen in the dining room so everyone could see.Jerry's face soon appeared, set against the backdrop of a hotel room."Father,"
“I wanted to do it alone.” Jasmine replied“Then why not tell your father? He would’ve allowed it—with a team of bodyguards.”Jasmine shook her head.“He told me to rest because of my illness. I’ve told him a hundred times that I’m already cured, but he won’t believe it.”Alex gazed at Jasmine, captivated by her flawless complexion and radiant beauty.Her long, flowing hair framed her face, giving her an ethereal, angelic presence.Yet, behind that beauty, he glimpsed a fierce, untamed spirit flickering in her eyes.She found the courage to rebel in the most unexpected place."Next time, if you're planning to go in a place like this, try wearing something modest—something that won't draw attention," Alex suggested."I've definitely learned a lot from this experience," Jasmine replied cheerfully."You'd better!"“Alex, will you come to my banquet tonight?” she asked hopefully.“Let’s see,” Alex responded, glancing outside with little interest.Jasmine’s eyes lingered on his side profil
As they fought to escape, desperate to save their own lives, Alex calmly waved his hand.A sudden, crushing aura exploded from him, engulfing the fleeing thugs.It was as if gravity itself had multiplied.Their legs gave out. Muscles refused to respond.Some dropped to their knees instantly, gasping for breath, faces pale.The weaker ones couldn’t hold back, wetting themselves in terror.Suddenly, from up ahead, the sharp crack of gunfire rang out.Ten bullets were fired straight at Alex from a black SUV that had been lying in wait at very front.Six armed men rushed to back up their fallen leader, and without hesitation, they opened fire, their mission clear—kill Alex.The thugs on the ground thought for sure Alex would be taken down.But just as the bullets closed in, they stopped, hanging in mid-air just centimeters from his body, frozen in place as though the laws of physics no longer applied.The thugs gasped.What the hell was this?Before anyone could process what had happened,
Jasmine was inside the limousine when the thugs stopped her car.A group of them rushed out, attacking the vehicle brutally.The driver locked the doors in fear, frantically calling for help.She had already started to think she wouldn’t survive this time.But suddenly, the doctor who had treated her before appeared, coming to her rescue.Looking at the twenty scary men surrounding the doctor, Jasmine couldn’t believe he could save her.He would only get himself killed.Panic surged through her, and without thinking, she hastily opened the door, stepping out in front of Alex to protect him.“Stop it! I know you're here to kidnap me and demand money from my father!” she yelled.This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.Being the daughter of Kingston came with dangerous risks.“Just take me and let this doctor go,” she pleaded. She couldn’t bear the thought of this kind, brave doctor dying because of her.The whole group of thugs, including their leader, stared at Jas
Alex walked to the car, noticing curious, predatory eyes already lingering on him.People in this place were always on the lookout, ready to exploit any weakness for their gain."Morris, take me to the Golden Mansion in Beverly Hills," he said as he stepped into the car."Yes, sir."Inside the car, Alex made a call."Good day, Sir Alex. Julia, your personal concierge, speaking. What can I help you with today?" she greeted him."Do you know where I am?""You’re in the slum area of East Vancouver, right by the wasteland," Julia replied."Great. I want to clean this place up. Make it greener, safer for the people. Provide jobs and education for the unemployed. Let’s say, a permanent social initiative. But I want it to be controlled for at least a year before we let it run on its own.""Thank you for your good intentions," Julia said warmly."There have been ten proposals from local experts and social workers over the last decade to transform that area.”“One proposal, written by a Vancou
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